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fmboy_levithnnn :
Do you need a kazuma?
2023-06-18 06:56:08
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looooojfkshdj :
God your beautiful 🥰 don’t change
2023-06-16 23:29:24
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modishh016 :
First
2023-06-16 23:16:19
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christianperez11742 :
I feel like I've seen you in a video somewhere..👀
2024-04-02 14:04:47
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supertac :
Cheese burgers and hotdogs with
2023-06-19 23:57:51
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Glitchy Red :
har Har Har Har Har har
2023-06-16 23:35:06
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Edward :
Crazy? I was crazy once they locked me in a room a rubber room a rubber room with rats rats make me crazy
2023-08-30 07:17:38
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IM_J69 :
Would u like a banana
2023-08-28 20:24:15
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![What’s the marrow of being truly alive? Maybe it’s nothing grand or gilded—just a barefoot boy, his spectral-white puppy a blur at his heels, cleaving through the collapsing gold of a summer evening in a village so ancient, even time walks barefoot here. No screens, no schedules—just the savage, ecstatic world, untrimmed and unrepentant. There’s a subversive purity in these overlooked enclaves, where existence isn’t whittled down to coins or calendars but expands wildly, riotously, into moments that matter. Here, a boy’s laughter ricochets across meadows like a war cry against boredom, his joy perfectly echoed by the delirious bark of a puppy who hasn’t yet tasted the bitterness of regret. Both wild, both unbroken—running because running is enough. In such villages, time isn’t a tyrant; it’s elastic, pliant, almost benevolent. The earth itself becomes the boy’s reckless playground, the wind his conspirator, and every lungful of air feels like a small, hard-won victory. That bond between boy and dog—wordless, feral, as old as fire—is the sort of covenant we only recognize in its vanishing. The myth is that these fields are infinite, that these days will spiral out forever, but that’s the lie we tell ourselves in youth. Sooner or later, every wild soul is wrestled back inside, every horizon collapses into four walls and fluorescent lights. As the sun finally slips below the horizon, he slips his shoes back on. The puppy, all spent marrow and surrender, is gathered into arms and carried homeward—both of them scuffed and exhausted, hearts brimming, souls tender from living too hard. When exactly did we trade the ecstatic now for the sterile next? Why did we start running toward safety instead of straight into the dying light? What would it take to break out of our boxes, if only for a night? Video by @tamarri1 [ Village Life, Romanian Countryside, Ferocious Innocence, Barefoot Summers, Wild Companions, Last Light, Forgotten Hamlets, Moments Not Money, Golden Hour, Bark and Laughter, Rural Childhood, Worn Soles, Untamed Joy, Reckless Living ] #romania #travel #village #simplelife](/video/cover/7530674591275044118.webp)
![THE GODDESS LALISA ✨️ [Lisa performs Thunder at the Blackpink Deadline World Tour - Toronto concert] @LISA @LLOUD #LISA #lalisa #lisaxalterego #blackpink #futw #thunder #blackpinkdeadline](/video/cover/7530570701837831431.webp)
